The villain can be teased but cannot be attacked

"Immortal dew is not good, how about fire ganoderma?"

"Young master, he is seriously injured, and it's not like he's only breathless. Besides, he is very weak now, and the fire ganoderma is a great tonic. If he overdos it..."

"Okay, okay, I'm so long-winded, my young master knows." Murong Ziyu waved his hand impatiently, picking from a pile of medicines, "Then this one, red sage grass should be fine, right?" , nourish the blood and cure the root cause, and can also beautify the skin, how wonderful!"

"..." Uncle Fang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Young master, Fang Sucao is used to cure cold poison, this... also won't work..."

He kind of understood why the owner of the valley never let the young owner touch the herbs.

This is not snatching someone from the king of hell, it is clearly rushing to give someone to the king of hell.

Uncle Fang is so tired.

Uncle Fang is going home.

It's really noisy.

Xue Xun moved his eyelids a little uncomfortable.

Murong Ziyu grabbed Uncle Fang's arm excitedly, "Wake up, Uncle Fang is awake!"

"..." Uncle Fang felt a little dizzy, "Young master, if you keep shaking like this, this old servant will faint."

"Oh."

Murong Ziyu let go of his hands, and sat quietly on the side, staring blankly waiting for Xue Xun to wake up.

Xue Xun opened his eyes and was about to sit up subconsciously, but when his head left the pillow, he became dizzy and fell back again. It took him a while to recover.

"How are you?" Murong Ziyu approached at some point, with a glass of water in his hand, "Would you like to get up and drink some water, Tianshan Xianlu, the only one here."

Xue Xun: "..."

He really didn't want to deal with the kid.

"...Where are you going?" Xue Xun said hoarsely.

"Go to Tianjingtai and participate in the Demon Slaying Conference." Murong Ziyu moved forward again, "Tianshan Xianlu, don't you really think about it? There is no charge."

"..."

Xue Xun stretched his wrists, and sat up from the soft couch. Although the wound was involved, he gasped, but the wound was cleaned up anyway, and he changed into clean clothes, and it passed after he endured it.

Seeing him get up, Murong Ziyu hurriedly stepped aside and watched Xue Xun pour a cup of ordinary tea that could no longer be ordinary.

Most importantly, how many drinks did this person drink? !

Murong Ziyu felt a little wronged.

"...How can you do this, my Tianshan Xianlu is obviously very good."

"..."

Uncle Fang coughed lightly, and whispered in his ear: "Young master, this person is seriously injured, and his origin is unknown, we should find a place to put him down."

Xue Xun was drinking tea over there, pretending he didn't hear anything.

No matter how badly he was injured, his martial arts foundation was still there, so eavesdropping and the like were naturally out of the question.

Murong Ziyu obviously hesitated.

"Hey, do you want to go by yourself or continue to follow us?"

Uncle Fang: "..."

Young master, why don't you follow the plot?

Xue Xun put down his teacup, bowed his head and said softly: "I escaped from the remnants of the Devil's Cult. You have saved me, and you have done your best. If I bother you any more, I can't justify it in my heart. When I find a foothold, I will kill you." let it go."

"Big Brother, since you have said so, it is everyone's responsibility to fight against the Demon Cult, so what should we do?" Murong Ziyu slapped his chest, and he really had a bit of a chivalrous demeanor, " Why don't you go to Tianjingtai with us, just to see if there are those traitors who attacked you inside, and just to give you a sigh of relief."

Xue Xun said 'hmm', "Then thank you little brother."

"What little brother, my name is Murong Ziyu, you can just call me Ziyu."

Uncle Fang suddenly had an urge to jump into the carriage and leave.

...Young master, you really don't think about it any more.

Is it really okay to be so sloppy?

Xue Xun: "..."

Murong Ziyu?

Oh, three-hundred-year-old little brother.

Murong Ziyu said again: "What about you? A person should have a name, right?"

"Xi Yi."

"Xi Yi?" Murong Ziyu tapped his chin a few times, "This surname is rare."

"Well, you haven't seen that before."

Murong Ziyu: "..."

"...Well, can I take back what I just said?"

"What?"

"I don't want to go with you anymore."

"Oh," Xue Xun said, "No."

"...You are so straightforward."

"Thank you."

"..."

That's great, he chatted to death again!

Murong Ziyu didn't expect that he was the first to show mercy to save people, but he picked up a choking person from the side of the road and returned.

Sure enough, running away from home will be punished.

Xue Xun was resting with his eyes closed.

Murong?

Among immortals with this surname, except for Simple Valley, which ranks third in the cultivation world, I am afraid that no one has the courage to do so.

He seems to remember that the young master of Simple Valley is also called by this name, right?

Tianjingtai, Demon Slaying Conference.

Xue Xun sneered in his heart.

He wants to see how Immortal Dao wants to kill demons.

There were still five days before the Demon Slaying Conference would start. The carriage along the way was really not in a hurry, walking slowly like traveling in mountains and rivers, which was exactly in line with Xue Xun's wishes.

It would be better if the child could stay away from him.

"They all said that there are big devils who kill people without blinking in the devil's way. I haven't seen it, so I don't believe it. But my father won't let me go out. That's just right, you have seen it too, why don't you tell me Say, what is the way of magic? Are they ugly? Isn’t it scary? Hey, will they also marry wives and have children?”

In the carriage, Murong Ziyu was sitting opposite Xue Xun, and a series of questions spit out from his mouth.

Xue Xun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes, "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course!"

"Compared to these, Mo Dao seems to like to eat more people." Xue Xun paused, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, "and, especially a little doll like you with thin skin and tender flesh."

"..." Murong Ziyu immediately yelled, "Who is the little boy?! You are the little boy! Hehehe, let me tell you, I am a serious and elegant little boy!"

310 Eight?

Xue Xun didn't expose it, and said: "That's a baby, and besides, you go to Tianjingtai on such a bumpy road, how can you feel comfortable at home?"

The eyeballs of the three-hundred-year-old boy rolled around, and he said cheerfully, "Of course it's for fun. There's no such thing as the outside world at home."

"If it were me, I would rather not come out."

"Hey? How do you say that?" Murong Ziyu pointed at his chin with a puzzled expression, "The outside world is so lively, could it be that you are one of those elm lumps who live in seclusion in the mountains?"

Xue Xun said: "It really makes you guess right."

After saying that, Murong Ziyu opened his small, round mouth, and even his eyes widened, "...Hey, could it be that you are a bad old man?!"

Xue Xun: "..."

Uncle Fang: "..."

"...I came to look for my friend, but I encountered injustice on the way and clashed with people from the Devil's Cult, so I was arrested by them." Xue Xun said without blushing.

Murong Ziyu tapped his chin lightly, "So that's how it is."

"Ah."

He wanted to ask more questions, but Xue Xun had already closed his eyes, and he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Hey, this guy is really interesting.

Seeing that the two of them went around in a big circle, they didn't ask anything and didn't say anything, but the topic got farther and farther away.

It's fun.

He turned around and blinked at Uncle Fang who was making tea over there, "Uncle Fang, is this young master cute?"

"Well," Uncle Fang said without blushing, "my little son is the cutest boy."

"Wow, Uncle Fang, the Lun family loves you so much."

"...Young master, the master will beat you to death."

"Oh."

Perhaps since the Dao of Heaven came into existence, the Dao of Immortals and the Dao of Demons are doomed to be incompatible, fighting to the death.

Although the Tianjingtai Demon Slaying Conference was hosted by the Kongdong Immortal Sect, it was the result of joint discussions between the four sects of Immortal Dao.Each family sent dozens of disciples to maintain order and preside over the process, and the rest of the messy matters were handed over to other small sects to deal with.

When they arrived, the inn near Tianjingtai was already full, and there was not even a place to have tea and rest, so they could only find a place in the shade of a tree to sit.

In this scorching weather, if it wasn't for watching a demon-slaying conference, who would come out and suffer this crime.

In the carriage, Murong Ziyu was lying on the small table, opened a corner of the curtain and looked outside, took iced grapes from the tray with his fingers, and took one bite at a time, without being affected by the hot weather outside.

Uncle Fang added a few cubes of ice to the white jade basin of the carriage, and the icy cold air filled the carriage instantly, even the hot air that came in from the curtain that was opened at a corner could not get in, and even There is still a little bit of cold air coming out.

If it wasn't like this, they wouldn't have driven the carriage to change several places just now, and every time the carriage stopped, within a short time, a large crowd of people gathered around the carriage.

Just like chasing flies away, you can't chase them away.

Their place was remote, and a complete field of vision happened to be exposed in front of them for people to see clearly, so they simply stopped.

"Uncle Fang, tell me, that guy is called Xun Yi, is the friend he is looking for a person in the way of immortality or someone in the way of magic?" Murong Ziyu put down the curtain, lay down on the small table, and suddenly lost all seriousness.

Just now, before they reached the boundary of Tianjingtai, Xue Xun got out of the carriage and didn't say where he was going.

"I don't know that," Uncle Fang shook his head and smiled, "Although this old slave has lived such a long time, his ability to judge people is really not as good as your young master."

Murong Ziyu frowned with a smile, "When will Uncle Fang learn to be glib, tell Sister Fang when I go back, and let her take care of you."

"Hey, that stinky bitch wishes I wasn't home." Uncle Fang said one thing, but the expression on his face was another.

It is enviable.